Matt Weinstock

Sept. 26, 1957

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You can’t fight City Hall, states an old dictum, but Kenneth Reiner, 41, doesn’t agree.

Last April, work started on Reiner’s showplace home at 2138 Micheltorena St.
Located atop a high hill in the Silver Lake district, the home will
encompass six lots, have a magnificent view, include a tennis court,
swimming pool and a guest house and cost more than $100,000
($716,528.38 USD 2006).

It will contain many architectural and engineering innovations. Reiner himself is an engineer and product designer.

The architect is John Lautner, highly regarded in his profession, and
among the engineers associated in the job is T.Y. Lin, professor of
civil engineering at Berkeley.

In due course, Reiner applied for a permit to build a pre-stressed
concrete block wall for the guest house which would save him $5,000 in
construction costs. It was a unique design but Lin, who created it,
said its safety factor was greater than building code requirements.

The Building and Safety Commission, however, turned down the permit on
the grounds that the type of construction was not covered in the code.

 

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[Reiner’s home, named Silvertop, in a 1963 photo. Note the "Unsafe at Any Speed" Corvair.]

Reiner asked for a rehearing. The Building Department replied that new
evidence was required for a rehearing. Reiner submitted what he
considered new evidence. The department ruled it wasn’t new evidence.

Reiner could have solved the difficulty by accepting several
alternative design methods but he decided to fight. He contends the
department has a negative attitude toward unconventional design, that
it is arbitrary in its decisions and unable to evaluate any departure
from standard design objectively. The commission, of course, insists it
must abide by code regulations.

Last month, he took his case to Superior Court, which, after expert
testimony, ordered the commission to give him a full hearing and judge
the proposed methods and materials on their merits and grant a permit
if they were adequate. The court also ordered the commission to pay
the court costs.

At the rehearing, the commission reaffirmed its previous decision. It also tried unsuccessfully to evade the court costs.

Reiner estimates he has spent around $5,000 for attorneys and other
fees in his fight but he intends to continue it, even if it means going
to court again. He admits he is a stubborn man. Meanwhile, his guest
house remains unbuilt.

Naturally, he has acquired considerable nuisance value around City Hall
in his one-man crusade. It’s safe to state the Building and Safety
people wish they’d never heard of him.

ONLY IN L.A.–A
South Bel-Air matron phoned a downtown employment agency and said she
wanted to hire someone who knew French and Chinese cookery.

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Later in the day, a man called her, applied for the job, gave his
qualifications and added, "You said you wanted someone who understood
French and Chinese. Well, I speak both languages."

"Yes," said the matron, with the feeling that she was being crowded by chaos, "but what kind of cooking can you do?"

"Best Irish cooking you ever had, madam," he replied.

He didn’t get the job.

THE OTHER DAY a
progress-minded representative of a firm which makes aluminum diving
boards asked permission to demonstrate the board, using a model in a
bathing suit. He was told there is no pool at the municipal auditorium
where the commercial exhibits will be held.

"Well, could she just bounce up and down on a board?" he persisted.

"No!" was the horrified rejoinder.

AT RANDOM–Last
semester, as he stopped his No. 4 bus at 3rd and Loma Drive to let the
Belmont High students off, the driver would say, "Now get in there and
work hard, kids, so you won’t have to drive a bus when you grow up."
This semester he’s saying, "All off for San Quentin."…Word coinage
note: Alfred Hitchcock’s drama on KNXT Sunday was described in program
notes as a "chilling macabrestry." Sounds awful, whatever it is…
Barbara Snader is afraid that with underground nuclear explosions we’ll
have to worry about fall-in as well as fallout.

 
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The fall season

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Mickey Cohen arrested

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Sept. 26, 1957
Los Angeles

1957_0926_cohenAlas, the old Redwood at 234 W. 1st St. was demolished before my arrival at The Times, although it lives on in newsroom lore. One incident I’d never heard about was the arrest of Mickey Cohen at 2:30 p.m. as he was having breakfast — that will give you an idea of what the Redwood was like.

Cohen, accompanied by bail bondsman Abe Phillips, was having his ham and eggs when an officer arrested him on charges of failing to register in Beverly Hills as an ex-convict.

Cohen was, as always, the model of decorum and diplomacy while in custody. Actually, "the fiery-tempered little ex-mobster [was] screaming protests and hurling epithets at arresting officers and Chief Clinton H. Anderson to such an extent that the chief angrily ordered him re-booked on charges of disturbing the peace and disorderly conduct," The Times said.

After being arrested at the Redwood, Cohen was booked at the Beverly Hills jail and bailed out, then became so profane and disruptive that Anderson arrested him again. (Among other things, Cohen yelled at Anderson: "I’ll have you out of this town in 24 hours!") This time, Phillips didn’t have the money to bail Cohen out of jail, so they borrowed money from a Beverly Hills clothier.

Earlier that day, Cohen had filed a reply to a $1.5-million
defamation suit brought by Police Chief William H. Parker and Capt.
James E. Hamilton over comments on "The Mike Wallace Interview."
Cohen maintained that his comments were true and that his largely
unprintable remarks were "fair comment and criticism of public
officials."

He also noted that his real name was Michael, not "Mickey," as used in the police officials’ lawsuit.

The old Redwood, which was featured in the Billy Wilder version of "The Front Page," lives on at 316 W. 2nd St. I’m told by people who should know that the layout is much the same as the old watering hole. In its latest reincarnation, it has a pirate theme.

Here’s an ad from the Redwood’s grand reopening in 1960:

 

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Incinerator update

Former Mirror reporter Cliff Dektar recalls:

The "burying" of the incinerator was interesting….It did wreck those who
made and sold backyard incinerators.   On Western, east side, just south of Santa
Monica Blvd., was Safety Incinerator…  which had a building which looked
liked their product which had a patented screen on top.

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September 24, 1957: Matt Weinstock

Sept. 24, 1957

Matt WeinstockAs dedicated ocean fishermen know, this is one of the greatest seasons in years for pulling in the elusive beauties of the deep.

For many years they’ve had to be satisfied with getting “skunked” completely or with a few frustrating strikes or with hooking a few confused mackerel, tired bass, surprised flounder, goggle-eyed perch or bored tomcod.

Red Rowe, an ardent ocean fisherman, best expressed the situation the other day in describing a foray about a mile off Oceanside. Suddenly, all around the boat the water was rippling with a variety of eager, hungry fish.

“I remember during the lean years when we used to catch a few mackerel,” he said. “I’d yearn for the hard, solid yank of a barracuda. Well, there I was, trying to get my bait through the barracuda without them grabbing it so I could get down to the yellowtail. Continue reading →

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Fatal crash

 

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Sept. 25, 1957

Los Angeles

John and Beatrice Stone had been warned that their home at 16433 Chase St.
would be condemned by 1959 for expansion of Van Nuys Airport. Although
most of the houses had already been cleared away, the Stones’ home was
destroyed in the crash of a T-33 jet
that killed two IBM typewriter salesmen flying with the Air National
Guard.

While John was away at work, daughter Jan, 19, was visiting San Francisco
and son Clint, 17, was attending classes at Valley Junior College,
Beatrice was wearing a bathing suit and talking on the phone when the
plane sheared off a utility pole, hit some trees and crashed through
the roof. Beatrice, 42, suffered a cut knee but was otherwise unhurt.

The crash killed Capt. Joseph C. Bryant, 28, 941-E W. Huntington, Arcadia, and Lt. Edison B. Gaston, 32, 2423 Patricia Ave.

In 1958, the Stones received $31,457 ($217,565.96 USD 2006) from the state Board of Control for the destruction of their home.

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Henry Aaron

Sept. 25, 1957
Milwaukee

Henry Aaron hits the first grand slam of his major league career (his 44th home run of the season) on his way to being selected as the National League’s Most Valuable Player on Nov. 14, 1957. (Aaron received 239 points in voting by the Baseball Writers Assn. of America; Stan Musial of the St. Louis Cardinals was second with 230 points; and Red Schoendienst of the Milwaukee Braves received 221 points, The Times said).

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Mystery photo

Everybody had so much fun guessing about my last mystery photo (slain mobster Tony Brancato) that I dug through The Times archives and found something else intriguing.

OK, what are these men doing? And why?

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Photograph by Edward Gamer Los Angeles Times

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We have a winner:

It looks like they are getting ready to ceremonially bury an incinerator.
Perhaps this is around the time private burning of garbage was
outlawed.

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These gentlemen are from the Los Angeles Junior Chamber of Commerce and are about to bury the last backyard incinerator in Los Angeles, which became illegal  Oct. 1, 1957.

From left, S. Price Scott Jr., A. Edsel Curry, Karl R. Davis Jr. Victor Etienne, Roy Irvin, Delbert Gambill, Lynn H. Montjoy (blush) Mongjoy Jr. and John Glass.

Bonus fact: I was doing blog research in The Times library over the Labor Day weekend and Rumble Seat columnist Dan Neil came by trying to find out how many Americans were named "Edsel." You can add A. Edsel Curry to the list.

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Flamed out

Here are some more fun pictures of backyard incinerators I found in The Times archives:

 

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Photograph by John Malmin Los Angeles Times

Fire Capt. Harry E. Hjorth inspects a backyard incinerator, Oct. 4, 1948.

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Times photo

The original caption from July 31, 1955:
Villain or scapegoat? This lowly backyard incinerator must go, say supervisors. Smog experts call it poisonous; others say it’s being used as a scapegoat.

 

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Photograph by Bill Watson Los Angeles Times

What the well-dressed incinerator opponents were wearing: March 3, 1957. Mrs. George Hope, left, president of Ebell Juniors; Dr. Ben Frees, head of supporters on Proposition A, which called for the city to collect rubbish in exchange for banning incinerators; and Mrs. Ralph Lewis, PTA leader.

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Darling, It’s Death

 

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Sept. 24, 1957

Los Angeles

Darling_death02_3 1957_0924_jane_millerAnthony and Jane Miller had argued and fought in their four years of
marriage, but never like this. So when he couldn’t rouse her that
morning, he went next door and asked for help.  The
neighbor woman came over, looked at Jane and called the police.

The Fire Department was unable to revive Jane, 46. Homicide detectives
searching the home noticed a book on her nightstand: "Darling, It’s
Death."

Anthony, a 41-year-old unemployed mechanic, sobbed out his story at the
police station. On the Sunday night before his stepson Gilbert Crane,
12, was due back from summer camp, he and Jane decided to get some
Chinese food for dinner. She took the car while he waited at their
home, 190 Freeman Ave.

Hours passed and Jane never returned, so Anthony went out on a bicycle
to look for her. He discovered the family car parked near a bar about a
mile and a half from home, but he couldn’t find Jane. Maybe as he drove
home in the car, he started thinking about how she had been drinking
and taken off with some man.

He got home about 2:30 a.m. and she was waiting in the living room.

"She wouldn’t tell me where she was or who she was with," he said. "She wouldn’t tell me the truth. She lied."

Jane and Anthony fought for the next 90 minutes, then Jane went around
the corner to ask Ruth McDonald, 518 E. 126th St., to call police. Jane
had gone to the police station any number of times because Anthony had
beaten her, but she always refused to sign a complaint so nothing ever
happened. Jane and Anthony had reconciled two months earlier after a
brief separation.

McDonald said, "it was only another of their drunken arguments" so she
told Jane to go home and didn’t bother to call the police. 

After another hour of fighting, Anthony took off his belt and strangled Jane.

He said: "She went limp. I put her in bed with me and tried to warm her
up. She didn’t come around by 7 o’clock so I called the police." 

The Times never followed up on this story, so we don’t know whether
Anthony was ever charged in the killing. In addition to the boy who was
away at camp, Jane had an older son from a previous marriage, Clark
Crane, 16, who was living with friends in Tacna, Ariz. When he told
officers that Gilbert was due back from camp that day, Anthony said: "A
fine homecoming that’ll be."

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The lessons from Little Rock

 

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Sept. 23, 1957
Little Rock, Ark.

Listen to a recording of "The Lessons From Little Rock" by Terrence Roberts, given at the Huntington Library in 2006, in which he recalls his experiences as one of the "Little Rock Nine."

Someone yelled: "Look. They’re going into the school."
"Oh God. They’re in the school," a man roared.
A woman screamed "Oh my God" and burst into tears.
—Los Angeles Times, Sept. 24, 1957

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Little Rock, Ark.

Sept. 23, 1957

Page 1 of the Mirror:

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Little Rock, Ark.

Sept. 23, 1957
Little Rock, Ark.

In case you are wondering, The Times did not run these pictures. They appeared in the Mirror.

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Little Rock, Ark.

Sept. 23, 1957
Little Rock, Ark.

This is the photo of Tri-State Defender reporter L. Alex Wilson, who was beaten by a Little Rock mob, that appeared in The Times. Unlike the Mirror, which ran this picture on Page 1, The Times published a less graphic photo on Page 2:

 

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Internet sources do not agree on when Wilson died. Some say Oct. 11, 1960, while others say he died in 1962. Although Wikipedia has extensive articles on such cultural luminaries as Vanilla Ice and Springfield Police Chief Clancy Wiggum of "The Simpsons," there isn’t a single word about Wilson in what some see as a definitive resource. Perhaps you’d like to read about Milli Vanilli instead.   

To see what The Times put on Page 1 instead, click below:

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Hollywood confidential

 

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The jury in the Confidential magazine case, sequestered at the Mayfair Hotel, is spending the day at the pool…..

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Paul V. Coates–Confidential File

Sept. 20, 1957

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Yesterday, a Confidential File staff member went on a shopping tour.

His companion was a narcotic addict.

Together, they visited a few of this town’s friendly druggists. And
when they returned to my office, they brought with them enough dope to
keep the addict from withdrawal convulsions for quite a while.

I’m sorry that a member or two of the State Senate Interim Committee on Narcotics –in town this week–didn’t go along with them.

Because if one or two had, they would have learned that the problem
here isn’t a back-alley monopoly by pushers of marijuana and heroin.

It is as open as the door of your neighborhood drugstore.

As proof, I offer the bottles purchased by the addict and the File staffer. Among them:

Elixir of terpin hydrate and codeine.

Dexedrine.

The first can be purchased in any drugstore without prescription. So
can dozens of other similar narcotic-containing medications.

The latter–Dexedrine–requires a prescription. But an Eagle Rock
druggist decided that such red tape could be eliminated if the pair
would be willing to pay a little extra.

They did, getting 30 10 milligram Dexedrine capsules for slightly more than $4 ($28.66 USD 2006).

The "shopping trip" was the addict’s idea.

He telephoned me concerning it earlier this week.

"I’m going to try…again…to break the habit," he told me. "I’m getting myself committed."

The caller was a young man, married, with two children. At one time,
about nine years ago, he had a pretty good business, a new car and a
new home.

It was heroin, he admits, which broke him. He got hooked through
"friends." And in about two years, he found his $30-a-day need had
melted away every one of his assets.

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Out of money, he suddenly found that the pushers wanted nothing more to do with him.

Necessity was forcing him to kick the "H" habit down. It was tough,
though, and he needed some sort of crutch–an inexpensive one.

He found it, on the drugstore shelf, available to anyone, any age.

It came in a bottle labeled:

"Elixir of terpin hydrate and codeine."

Price: one buck. No prescription necessary.

Each four-ounce bottle of "cough medicine" contains about a quarter of
a gram of codeine, an opium derivative. Its alcohol content is 39% to
44%.

It’s potent. And, as it understates on the bottle:

"Warning: May be habit-forming."

For the young addict, it has become a habit worse than "H."

"I shook heroin," he told me. "But this stuff I’ve tried to–and couldn’t."

Today he averages about six bottles a day. That’s roughly 15 grams of codeine.

And that is 50 times more than the recommended safe dosage of 30 milligrams.

I asked him what happened the half-dozen times he tried to kick it, or cut down.

"It’s always the same. My eyes water, my nose starts running and then come the chills and convulsions.

"But how can you quit it," he shrugs, "when it’s so easy to walk to a drugstore."

I checked on federal regulations regarding sale of the addict’s
"medicine." The regulations state that pharmacists may dispense it
without prescription "provided the preparation is furnished in good
faith, for medicinal purposes."

The law also states that druggists should have each customer sign his name and address when purchasing such drugs.

I asked the addict if he usually signed.

He laughed. Maybe one time in five, he said.

And he added:

"I’ve been picking up 15 to 20 bottles a week from the same Hollywood drugstore for a couple years.

"And a bunch of kids–lots of them teenagers–are doing the same thing."

If the State Senate committee is interested I’ll be glad to supply the names of the Eagle Rock and Hollywood drugstores.

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A case of nerves

 

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Sept. 22, 1957

Los Angeles

1957_0922_howerton_johnNeighbors knew that something was terribly wrong in the home at 3460 Ardilla Ave.,
Baldwin Hills. They never saw Cathy, the 4-year-old daughter of John B.
and Patricia Ann Howerton. Their boys, Allan Wayne, 5, and baby Steven,
were fine. But Cathy was a mysterious little girl who always seemed to
be hidden.

Eventually detectives learned the answer. John had been beating Cathy constantly since the day she was born.

John, who worked as a milkman, blamed his nerves. It was his nerves
that made him beat Cathy with a belt. It was nerves that made him burn
her with cigarettes. It was nerves that made him jump on her hands and
feet. And that’s why she was starved.

"I never really believed that Cathy was my daughter and she got on my nerves," he told police.

Finally, using the pretext of John’s application to the California
Highway Patrol, detectives visited the house, where the walls were
peppered with holes from John’s fists. They insisted on seeing the
children and after half an hour of preparation, John brought her out.
Cathy was covered with makeup to hide her injuries.

When they asked what happened to her, John had a ready answer: She fell.

Cathy was rushed to General Hospital, where she clutched at a jail
matron’s skirt and pleaded: "Please be my friend. I have no friends."

A year earlier in Santa Ana, the Howertons had been arrested on child
abuse, but Patricia had taken the blame and received psychiatric
treatment. "I needed him to support me," Patricia sobbed. "He beat me
continuously until she was born, then he started on Cathy."

After officers locked John in a cell, they asked if he wanted to know
how Cathy was doing in the hospital. He said: "She’s your problem now,
not mine."

His only worry in the world: "I guess this spoils my chance of ever becoming a Highway Patrol officer."

After that, the Howertons vanished from the pages of The Times. If
Cathy Howerton survived her childhood, she would have celebrated her
54th birthday on Thursday.

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College fashions, VIII

In 1969, The Times sent one of its best and most respected writers, Art
Seidenbaum, on a tour of California college campuses: UCLA, USC,
Stanford, UC Berkeley and someplace called San Fernando Valley State.
The resulting series for West magazine was later published in
Seidenbaum’s book "Confrontation on Campus."

So in honor of all those who are taking their kids back to campus for
the fall, here’s Part 8 of Seidenbaum’s "The Troubles With Students" in
which he visits UCLA and discovers that SDS stands for "Sandbox Dictator Society." The dress code is Army
fatigues and beards for the men; serapes and tights for the women. And
lots of revolutionary self-righteousness. Don’t worry, man. It’s cool.
We’re all pass/fail here.

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Iron lung

 

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Sept. 21, 1957

Los Angeles

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If the Murrill family’s story were fiction, it would be comic, but alas, it is fairly tragic, quite absurd and entirely true.

In 1949, Jeffrey Lee Murrill  was born to Robert Murrill, a
27-year-old cabinetmaker, and his 19-year-old wife, Doris Elaine, who
was paralyzed by polio and kept alive in an iron lung back in the dark
ages of medical technology.

Unable to breathe on her own, Doris lived at Rancho Los Amigos while
her husband took care of Jeffrey. Apparently this arrangement put a
crimp in Robert’s social life, because in January 1957, during a
liquor-drenched trip to Las Vegas, he decided it would be a fine idea
to get married.

Apparently no one in Las Vegas’ thriving marriage industry (nor a woman
identified as Mrs. Mattie Bingamin) asked Robert: "Excuse me, don’t you
already have a wife back in Los Angeles, parked in an iron lung?"

When Robert finally got around to seeking a divorce, he told the judge
that it would be better if he had custody of their son. "She doesn’t
want a divorce," he complained to Judge Henry M. Willis, "because she’s
afraid her son will have a stepmother. The boy is all she has to live
for."

However, Robert assured the court, "he wanted to hurt no one, his wife least of all," The Times said.

Did I mention that Doris is a little bitter about the whole situation?

Unfortunately, Oprah wasn’t around to say: "Your wife is paralyzed,
she’s in an iron lung, her son is all she has to live for, you want to
take him away and but don’t want to hurt your wife? What planet are you
from?" 

Willis granted a divorce in 1957, but for reasons that The Times never explained, granted a new trial before he retired.

During a final divorce hearing convened in 1958 at the home of Doris’ parents, 901 N. Avenue 57
in Highland Park, Judge Burnett Wolfson refused to give Robert custody
of Jeffrey, ruling that the boy was to stay with his father only until
Doris was able to take care of herself.

 

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"I’m doing this because I know you’re going to get well. You’ll be dancing again," the judge said.

"I sure wish I could," Doris replied.

With that, the Murrill family vanished from the pages of The Times.
California death records show that Doris Elaine Murrill died Nov. 17,
1963, at the age of 33. The Social Security Death Index lists several
Robert Murrills. The only one born in 1922, like the man in our story,
was Robert J. Murrill, who died Dec. 11, 2005, in Riverside at the age
of 83. Jeffrey Lee Murrill would be 57 today.

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September 19, 1957: Paul V. Coates–Confidential File

Sept. 19, 1957

Paul Coates, in coat and tieNever underestimate the power of little old ladies.

I did, two days ago.

I accused a frail, grandmotherly type, born circa 1887, of pulling an amusing little con game to gain herself a free meal or a few bucks
pocket change.

She answered classified ads–I pointed out–representing herself as a wealthy, slightly eccentric old dame. Promising to buy $1,000 pieces of furniture or invest a fast ten grand in some business venture, she would then commence to wangle a free dinner invitation or “suddenly” discover she’d lost her change purse and “borrow” an easy five or ten
bucks from the unsuspecting advertiser.

In Tuesday’s column I mentioned a visit by Granny to the home of interior decorator Barney Feldman. Continue reading →

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